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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.