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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.