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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.