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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Donny Hathaway 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.