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 Chile 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.