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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.