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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.