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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Order to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Qualms,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.