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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.