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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.