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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.