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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Slave,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.