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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.