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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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 Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
New Order,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.