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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Nico,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.