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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Main Source,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.