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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.