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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
the Slits,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.