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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.