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 Palau and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.