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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.