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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
ABC,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.