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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.