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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Monks,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.