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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.