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 Qatar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.