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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.