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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.