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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.