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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.