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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.