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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Can,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.