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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.