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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.