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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
CMW,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.