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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.