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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.