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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.