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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.