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 Austria 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.