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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.