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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.