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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.