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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.