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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.