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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.