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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.