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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.