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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.