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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
MDC,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.