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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.