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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.