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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.