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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.