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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.