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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.