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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.