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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Can,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.