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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.