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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.