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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.