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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.