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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Wings,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.