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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.