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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
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,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.