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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
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,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Unwound,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.