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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Scion,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.