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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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 Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Rakim,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.