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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.