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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Monks,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.