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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.