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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.