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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.