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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.