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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Index,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.