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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
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,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.