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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 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?
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.