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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.