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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Aswad,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.