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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.