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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.