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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
The Slits,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.