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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.