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 Germany and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.