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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
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,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Brick,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
UT,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.