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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.