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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.