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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.