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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Saints to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.