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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Names,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Can,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.