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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.