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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.