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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.