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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.