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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.