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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.