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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Ronan,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.