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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.