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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.