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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.