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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.