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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.