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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.