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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.