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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.