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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron 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?
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.