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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.