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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.