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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Slave,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.