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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.