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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.