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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
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Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Franke,
MC5,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.