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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
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,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.