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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.