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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.