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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.