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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.