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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Pagans,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.