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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.