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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
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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.