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 Laos and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.