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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.