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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Technova,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.