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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
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