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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.