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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Q65,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.