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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.