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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.