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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.