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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.