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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Smog,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.