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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Boredoms,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.