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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
The Move,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.