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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Pole,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
John Cale,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.