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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Erasure to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.