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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
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,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.