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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.