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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.