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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.