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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.