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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.