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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.