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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.