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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.