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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.