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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.