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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.