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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
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,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.