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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Symarip,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.