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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
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,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.