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 Norway and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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?
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.