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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.