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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.