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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.