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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.