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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 London and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.