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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
UT,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Technova,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.