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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.