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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.