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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.