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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.