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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.