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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.