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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
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 Martian,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.