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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.