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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.