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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.