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 Estonia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.