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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 London and Accra.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.