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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.