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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.