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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.