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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.