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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.