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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.