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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
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,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.