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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.