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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.