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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.