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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.