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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.