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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Slave,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.