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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Television,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.