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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
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 Techniques,
Mars,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.