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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Remains to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.