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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.