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 Belize 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.