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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.