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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.