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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.