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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.