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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
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,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.