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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Wings,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.