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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
The Index,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.