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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.