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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.