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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Technova,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.