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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.