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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.