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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.