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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.