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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.