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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
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,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.