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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.