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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.