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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Association to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.