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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Can,
ABC,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.