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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Wings,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
June Days,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.