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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.