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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.