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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.