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 Russia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.