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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.