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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Fear,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.