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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
UT,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.