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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.