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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.