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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Magazine,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.