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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.