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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.