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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
cv313,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.