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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
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,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Television,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.