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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.