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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.