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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.