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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
the Normal,
PIL,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.