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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
DNA,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.