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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Dead C,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.