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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.