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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Television,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.