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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.