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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.