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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.