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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.