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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Gong,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.