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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.