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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Monks,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.