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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Qualms,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.