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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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?
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.