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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.