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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.