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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.