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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Magma,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.