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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Television,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.