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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.