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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.