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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Little Man,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Zapp,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.