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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
MDC,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.