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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.