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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.