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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.