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 Nepal and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.