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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.