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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.