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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.