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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Association,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.