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 States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.