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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.