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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 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?
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.