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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
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 Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.