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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.