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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
This Heat,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.