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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Names,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.