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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Franke,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.