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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.