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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.