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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.