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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.