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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the funk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.