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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.