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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.