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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.