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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.