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 Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
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,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.