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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.