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 Togo and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.