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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.