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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.