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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.