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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
UT,
Flipper,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.