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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Moody Blues 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Mars,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.