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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 an organ and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.