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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
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,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.