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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.