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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.