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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.