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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
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,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Brick,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Technova,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.