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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.