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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.