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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.