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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum 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?
Ossler,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.