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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
DNA,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.