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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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?
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.