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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
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,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
CMW,
Mars,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.