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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.