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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.