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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.