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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.