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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
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 Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Make Up,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.