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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.