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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.