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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.