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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Television,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.