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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.