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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.