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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.