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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.