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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.