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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Visage to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
MDC,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.