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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
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 Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.