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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.