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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.