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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.