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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.