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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.