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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.