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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
John Holt,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.