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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.