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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Visage to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Qualms,
cv313,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.