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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.