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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.