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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.