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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.