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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Television,
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Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.