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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.