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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.