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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.