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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.