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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.