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 Belarus and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.