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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Paris and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Pole,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.