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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Japan,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.