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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Magma,
Slave,
Skaos,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.