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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.