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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.