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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.