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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.