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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.