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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.