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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
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,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.