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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.