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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.