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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.