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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
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,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.