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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.