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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.