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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.