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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Kayak,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.