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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 ABBA 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.