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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
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,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.