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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
MDC,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.