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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Saints,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.