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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.