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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Faust,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Victims,
X-102,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.