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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.