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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.