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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Organ,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Crime,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.