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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.