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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.