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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.