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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.