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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.