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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.