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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.