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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Residents,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.