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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.