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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.