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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.