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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Magma,
Wire,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.