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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.