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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.