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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.