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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.