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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.