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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Wings,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.