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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Motorama,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.