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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.