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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.