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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.