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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.