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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.