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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.