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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.