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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
ABC,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Quantec,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.