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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Japan,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.