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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.