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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.