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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.