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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Magma,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.