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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 D'Angelo 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.