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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.