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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.