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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.