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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.