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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.