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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.