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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.