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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.