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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
CMW,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.