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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.