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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Oneida,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Faust,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.