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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.