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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Swans,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Skaos,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Ludus,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.