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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Crime to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.