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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Zapp,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.