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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.