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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
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,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.