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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Index,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.