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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
UT,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.