Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.