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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.