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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.