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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.