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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.