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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.