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 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.