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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.