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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.