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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Smog,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.