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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.