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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.