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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.