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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
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 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.