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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.