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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.