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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.