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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.