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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.