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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Nas,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Can,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.