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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.