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 Serbia and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.