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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.