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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.