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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.