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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.