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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.