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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.