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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.