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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Gong,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.