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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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?
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
DNA,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.