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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Nas,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.