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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
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,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.