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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Franke,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.