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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.