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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.