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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.