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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Nico,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.