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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
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,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Wings,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.