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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.