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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.