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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Wire,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.