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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.