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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Gong,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.