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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 a snare and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
The Human League,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.