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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.