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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
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,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.