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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
ABC,
AZ,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.