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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.