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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.