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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.