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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 snare and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.