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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.