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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.