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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.