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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.