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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.