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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.