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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Skriet,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.