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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.