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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Gong,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.