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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.