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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Ludus,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.