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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.