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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
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T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.