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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.