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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.