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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.