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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The American Breed 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.