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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.