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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
AZ,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.