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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.