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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.