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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Organ,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.