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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
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,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.