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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.