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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.