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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.