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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.