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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Names,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.