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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.