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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.