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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.