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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Martian,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.