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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
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,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Japan,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.