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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.