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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.