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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.