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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Can,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.