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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.