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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.