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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.