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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.