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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.