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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.