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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
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,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.