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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.