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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.