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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.