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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.