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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.