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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
The Index,
the Swans,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Television,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.