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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.